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I got my new shoes. Aren't they spiffy?
As I waited for the store owner to come back with my Brooks "Addiction 9" last night, I heard another clerk ask a very petite girl what width shoe she usually wears.
"I'm usually an E," she answered.
I looked up, our eyes met and we shared a nod that told me we were forever bonded in some kind of unspoken Freak Feet Club.
I took the new shoes for their inaugural workout at the gym this morning, and they did not disappoint.
Well, the girl behind me in a sort of evil torture exercise where you crawl from bag to bag and kick might disagree.
I kicked her in the nose.
But other than that … perfection. They even stayed on my feet during the dreaded mountain climbers exercise, during which my former shoes often slipped off my heel.
Of course, I would use that as a reason to stop and breathe, so I guess I won't have that excuse anymore.
Onward and upward ...